Sentiment Analysis Polarizing Techniques: Easy or Difficult?

Sentiment Analysis Polarizing Techniques: Easy or Difficult?

....A start all over again.............

..... A long gap of approximately  3 years , and a new start in 2013...
Wow! what a feeling it has given me to write all over again, to make friends  again.....I am happy to come back and this time I want to stay for longer period. I want to read. I want to write, read other's blog, comment and do everything that I wanted to do always. Now, I am feeling free from the hectic work schedule and feeling like I can do whatever I like........

sleep.......................

Sleep...When it comes..very hard to escape..
Since I have come here it has become a routine for me to sleep whenever the trainers are around....
Since they call us professionals they expect us to behave like professionals.........But then also something or the other thing happens...
Na..Na It's not like that I don't behave like a professional, I give my 100% to it..But unfortunately I can't escape my sleep...whenever a trainer is blathering something.....it puts me automatically into sleep........
It's like it is rooted in my nerves....whenever trainer comes ....My all neurons of body send a single signal to brain......... “ WOW........NOW IT IS THE TIME FOR SLEEP..”
I just go to sleep...
I always try to control my sleep.........I promise my self not to sleep when the trainers are around..I also ask my next neighbors to pinch me, tweak my hands and nip on to my shoulders so that I can stay awake for some time and get something.....
But alas! Nothing works for me...............every time I sleep I get caught …..Now people must be thinking that I don't sleep in night....but it is nothing to do with that.....Even though I sleep for 6-7 hours..i still do keep yawning....What does that indicate......?.


.Is there a problem with me...
Or is there some problem with my trainers who are very reputed and recognized people....Or is it a problem with the profession....BANKING...
Is banking boring?........
I didn't know previously but when I read the novel “ Everyone worth knowing” the writer was so influencing that I convinced myself that I get sleep because banking is boring........There is no fault in me...I am absolutely fine..The fault lies in the profession that I have chosen....But it is something about which I cant do anything...I know if I have to survive I have to like banking...But how............If I try to find out any mistake in cheque, dd, BO or an MC.....All the time I will be increasing my liabilities......I know, I seriously have to do something......
I don't hate banking I really like it if it done for few hours........but for 12 hours …............. it really sucks!..
whenever my mind hear the word “banking” It automatically triggers a signal to go to sleep...and that is what happening now.............I think if I will continuously talk about the term banking.......I will go for …..sleep.... ...I should stop using the term banking before I …z....z......z......nrrr.....nrrr..............nrrr..............nrrr...

Just like that..........................

He called me last night……..We talked for hours and the he said
He: Chalo now you go to sleep…..
Me: But I am not feeling sleepy.
He: So what! You should go to bed now it is very late!
Me: But I want to talk to you…
He: But I have to watch a serial now…..so u sleep and I will watch…
Me: No….No …You can watch it tomorrow…
He: No….today only…
I didn’t allow him to watch that serial...When next day I called him…He talked to me for few minutes and then he started screaming…
Me: what happened?
He: I got headache…I have to make tea for me…
Me:Ya, do it. You need to take rest! I will call you later …
He: Bye
After some time when I again called just to know how is he feeling…..He was very happy so I asked him..
Me: sometime back you were almost screaming and now you are happy?
He: yes…because I have finished my serial watching…….Now say what were you talking…..
Me: Means just to watch a serial you lied to me…?
He: (very politely)…..Yes…..Just like that....
Me: Just like that means what?
He: Because you didn’t allow me to watch the serial last night ….and today morning when I was watching it u again called me. So I have to do.....
Me:…..What…..Just to watch a serial u have to make that sound……both of us starting laughing…………………………………………You are very SWEET sweetz…………….

The forgetful me

Very lately I have observed that I forget things very easily. You introduced me your name and after 10 minutes I wont be able to recall. And birthday dates! ...It is like I always wish the person after his birthday is over. Well so what..Every time I wish my friends and family after their birthdays are over...and About names...My rommie, She is the most disgruntled girl on this whole cosmos seeing that for a successive period of 10 days I called her with a distinct name. It put me in lot of discomposure and embarrassment at certain goings-on. As I used to forget certain assignment or work given to me. But I never tried to get weighty about it.

One day in a windy morning, when I woke up I had nothing to do. So I started searching some books in my book shelf. I picked up one book and started reading but couldn't exactly guess the meaning of few words. I searched for my dictionary and I coudnt find it. Hence I went to my next door neighbor and asked....
ME: Do you have my dictionary?
She: She was on the phone.....(In a very ferocious mood, she was talking to her BF, so she ignored me!)
ME: Continuously knocking on the door instead of realizing that I can ask it later also...
She: (Got irritated …..and yelled at me in a very abrupt and barbaric manner.) “ How many times you will come to ask me for this, This is the 8th time you are coming. It is too much. You should take care of your belongings. When I told in last seven times that I have not taken your dictionary ....why do you come again and again...”...
ME: I apologizes you for coming to you 8th time . I am so sorry. I just forgot.
She: Garishly....How many times do you forget? Have you got brain?
I came back from that place as I got agonized because of my own misdemeanor . Nonetheless I started cussing her..

Isn't she aware of how to talk to a colleague?
How ill-behaved she is? How dare she is to yell at me?
Let her come next time ..I will take avenge of this guff.... that she did to me..
What she thinks of her self?
How can she forget things which I did for her?
Kitni gandi hai vo...How impertinent and discourteous she is?
These south Indians are like that only....They are boorish, mean, loutish,
I will never help her....in future..
I will see her I know she will come to me when she will need this...that thing from me...
moti bhains.....chunky buffalo...
cocky, roli-poli buffalo.......moti kaddu kahi ki,...Tu dekh Me batati hoon tuje.....
I ll never talk to her in future, even if she will talk to me I will sidestep her and will yammer at her like” “why are you disquieting me?” “I am busy.” “I cant speak to you”..With these thoughts I went to bathroom.....Got ready..
went outside with a badgering frame of mind...Thinking in mind ( Why did I go to this stupid girl.. how can I forget things)
I met few of my friends and went with them to temple..We sang songs..We played games...After going there I forgot everything that happened in morning.
At the later part of the day when I returned back happily..to my place. I wanted to share my Prasad with someone. And the first person whom I gave this prasad was my next door neighbor...
I told her about my trip ….After which we went for tea together, We dined together........
Ultimately when I went on to sleep..I thought What did I get by cursing her??

When I knew that I will forget everything whatever she will say!

The forgetful me

Very lately I have observed that I forget things very easily. You introduced me your name and after 10 minutes I wont be able to recall. And birthday dates! ...It is like I always wish the person after his birthday is over. Well so what..Every time I wish my friends and family after their birthdays are over...and About names...My rommie, She is the most disgruntled girl on this whole cosmos seeing that for a successive period of 10 days I called her with a distinct name. It put me in lot of discomposure and embarrassment at certain goings-on. As I used to forget certain assignment or work given to me. But I never tried to get weighty about it.

One day in a windy morning, when I woke up I had nothing to do. So I started searching some books in my book shelf. I picked up one book and started reading but couldn't exactly guess the meaning of few words. I searched for my dictionary and I coudnt find it. Hence I went to my next door neighbor and asked....
ME: Do you have my dictionary?
She: She was on the phone.....(In a very ferocious mood, she was talking to her BF, so she ignored me!)
ME: Continuously knocking on the door instead of realizing that I can ask it later also...
She: (Got irritated …..and yelled at me in a very abrupt and barbaric manner.) “ How many times you will come to ask me for this, This is the 8th time you are coming. It is too much. You should take care of your belongings. When I told in last seven times that I have not taken your dictionary ....why do you come again and again...”...
ME: I apologizes you for coming to you 8th time . I am so sorry. I just forgot.
She: Garishly....How many times do you forget? Have you got brain?
I came back from that place as I got agonized because of my own misdemeanor . Nonetheless I started cussing her..

Isn't she aware of how to talk to a colleague?
How ill-behaved she is? How dare she is to yell at me?
Let her come next time ..I will take avenge of this guff.... that she did to me..
What she thinks of her self?
How can she forget things which I did for her?
Kitni gandi hai vo...How impertinent and discourteous she is?
These south Indians are like that only....They are boorish, mean, loutish,
I will never help her....in future..
I will see her I know she will come to me when she will need this...that thing from me...
moti bhains.....chunky buffalo...
cocky, roli-poli buffalo.......moti kaddu kahi ki,...Tu dekh Me batati hoon tuje.....
I ll never talk to her in future, even if she will talk to me I will sidestep her and will yammer at her like” “why are you disquieting me?” “I am busy.” “I cant speak to you”..With these thoughts I went to bathroom.....Got ready..
went outside with a badgering frame of mind...Thinking in mind ( Why did I go to this stupid girl.. how can I forget things)
I met few of my friends and went with them to temple..We sang songs..We played games...After going there I forgot everything that happened in morning.
At the later part of the day when I returned back happily..to my place. I wanted to share my Prasad with someone. And the first person whom I gave this prasad was my next door neighbor...
I told her about my trip ….After which we went for tea together, We dined together........
Ultimately when I went on to sleep..I thought What did I get by cursing her??

When I knew that I will forget everything whatever she will say!

why people change?

Why people change? I have been thinking over it from last few days since I have observed some change in the behavior of one of my near one. Is it just natural for a person to change without any reason or is something going inside his/her mind? We always think that we know much about people whom we are close to? But the question has started distressing me …do I really know? If that would have been true I would have never felt this change? Which is upsetting me daily with thousands of depressing things peeping into my head…? So what should I do now?
Shall I speak up about this change to him/her or should I remain quiet and observe his/her behavior for some more time….can anyone predict human nature? I don’t know whether people change at all. But I know the way a person behaves is sometimes so unexpected that we feel that they have changed….and same is the case with me.
Last few days and nights I have been thinking over this change?
Why has this change occurred?
When I don’t see any reason to change at all…
Am I so cold-blooded, insensitive and heartless that I couldn’t understand his/her feelings…or is the other one who has stopped thinking about me…?
How should I deal with this change which is making me to sob day and nights…?
Since the day I have felt this change I am not happy. I always try to cheer up myself that if something is mine, that will always be mine…and if not…then think that it was never mine…
But my heart is such that it doesn’t get soothed by these things. It always prompt me to find out the cause…which again questions me back…if my love for him/her did not change, how could he/she do so?
If my feelings are same as they were years ago……how he/she is not able to feel them now…
Why I feel saddened with every answer that I hear from him/her for my questions....
Have they really changed themselves or is it me who has increased her expectations from him/her….
Which one is true…I don’t know…
I know that I need him/her very much in my life to love, care, support and walk the every step of life with me…But I am confused as how should I speak this to him/her. I fear what if I get disappointing answer…I fear the breaking of my heart….But then again same thought occurs to my mind. If he/she wants to break my heart…He/she will definitely do that one day…so I should go and speak to him/her about this change…But I fear to face rejection. I know I can’t cope with the disappointing answer……I have almost zero ego strength. Hence I have decided to let happen things as they are
Happening with the same thought in mind …
If something’s yours and you let it go,
if it comes back to you, then it was yours all along.

I have seen life crying.......

I have seen life weeping…..
Some inherit two times meals from their descendants,
Some shed tears for a bite
Even if they get it, they panic for tomorrow
They are scared to think…
I have seen life dying because of hunger!

Over a small quarrel, vow not to speak for generations
What is the secret in this?
To live life without our near ones,
Which secret of life is this?
I have seen life fighting with the relationships….


Every time I see any waifs and strays,
My heart asks me sympathetically,
Who said that other’s life is not filled with the storms of grief?
I have seen stories walking on the roads and streets…….

Still living in dimness...........................

Indian government has banned employment of children below 14 years a long back ago in 2006. The penalty for flouting the law is a jail term ranging from three month to 2 years with or without fine that could range from 10,000 to 20,000. But that doesn’t seem to have left any impact on our country or its people even after 3 years of its implementation. So where did we go wrong? These days too we can notice lot of kids working in dhaba’s, small shops, or on the railway stations. Children of age 8-10 can be frequently seen in trains cleaning the birth and near by area. It looks like if the law was just made on papers, and was never a serious concern of either the government or the law makes who essentially came with this. We can still give explanation for some uneducated people, (like people from small shops or dhaba’s employing these kids for the reason that the government failed to create awareness about its new law that prevent kids below 14 from working). But what about our so called learned people…..I had my interview in ITM business school; I went to Mumbai via train. Throughout my journey I saw several kids below 14 selling tea, fruits etc…..but I was surprised to see a toddler within the campus of business school. They say they are grooming leaders for tomorrow, I don’t know what type of leaders they are preparing by employing a kid who is still in his child hood and almost certainly may not know what does leaders of tomorrow means. A business school has people who are very knowledgeable, scholarly and socially responsible. Then how can they close their eyes to this? They simply talk of teaching corporate social responsibility to young managers…Is this the sort of corporate responsibility they are teaching? A business school charges a single student somewhere between 8 to 12 lakh every year. By that figure it must be earning a good amount in a year bearing in mind its student intake capacity to its various courses. Can’t they employ any young man above 14 who is on the lookout for work? (Generally kids are paid less) They earn so much of money that they can finance that child education….but that is just my imagination because I know it will never happen. But still I have a ray of hope from them that one day they will wake up to this and will not at least take a kid’s childhood from him. It doesn’t end with that college. Still in many offices you can see kids serving tea…etc…..
We are educated; we understand what a childhood means. We can feel it…we have gone through it. We are socially responsible, financially independent...… Moreover we are well informed about this……and we know that we are capable of bringing this change.
Still no one is doing anything….These issues most of the times go unreported by media…..They will report everything including what Indian cricketers did eat? They will report whether kareena put the lipstick or not? They will report sachin is watching movie with his family…But they hardly highlight issues for which the MEDIA term came into existence. If we so called “learned people” of this society disregard such concerns then how can we blame people who are not only living their own life in the darkness but also making thousands of kids to undergo the same….We just cannot expect them to be aware of these things when we have closed our eyes ………..even after seeing it, feeling it…..and lastly knowing about it that It pains a lot if we just imagine our own son or daughter or brother/sister in the same place……

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when dreams get shattered !!!

She was happy because it was the most memorable day of her life. She was getting married and was very much eager to meet her significant other…. The happiness was observable all over on her face and her smile was the witness of her inner contentment.

Her eyes were constructing colorful pictures of her dream boy with whom she will be spending her entire life. A little thought of meeting her love, was bringing a smile on her face which was making her lips to move. Her smile after each pleasant thought of her sweetheart was producing sensation and was feeling her with plenty of exhilaration and excitement. With the every second passing off, her eagerness to meet her buddy was increasing greatly at much quicker pace. Everyone else in the house was busy in their preparations of welcoming the baraat. She was asked to sit in a corner. Dressed in red clothes with red sticks on her forehead, matching with the color of her red bangles, which were glittering and making a wonderful combination with her golden color bangles…she was looking like a fairy…she busied herself in the dreams of her loved one..........all of a sudden
She was awakened by her friends that her darling had come to take her along with him……hers lips started tilting, her eyes got filled with bounty of glee, her chicks were revealing the story of her joy to meet him . With a contented smile on her face, she got up to see him.........

And what she saw was …..a man with almost thrice of her age was standing with a garland in his hands…….her rosy cheeks got roofed by the lines of displeasure and extensive disappointment .Accepting it as her destiny she bended her neck in front of him, everyone expressed their joy by throwing flowers on them……..what people missed were her tears which were rolling down on her cheeks and then dripping the earth…were apparently dictating that a woman born in a poor family losses all her rights at the time of her birth!!

live in the present......................

Life is always full of new comings and goings and you can never guess what may take place in the next moment. An impulsive feeling of care and warmth towards you by somebody makes you feel so special that for the time you put yourself out of your mind and lost in the world of imaginings where you visualize all the happiness and love that will be bestowed upon you by your much-loved one. A swift thought of him /her brings a smile on your face, which makes you feel very wacky about him or her. You find yourself on the zenith of the planet and the whole lot around you looks pleasant to you. When everything goes well, then, strikes the feeling of loosing someone special, which further intensifies the feeling of insecurity and vagueness and all of a sudden you start feeling the pain of loosing your most beloved one. But why it happens?...why do we feel insecure despite the fact that we cannot change or question what destiny brings to us? I don’t know why we always fear about the losing him/her from our lives……Even if we try to control ourselves….there are always situations which makes us think of all that and it is not so easy to get out of them also……as time goes on we compromise with our heart and emotions, we try to live happy, though the fear strikes again and again but still we try to overcome by thinking of present and avoiding future……and that’s why someone has said “No matter what looms ahead, if you can eat today, enjoy the sunlight today, mix good cheer with friends today, enjoy it and bless God for it. Do not look back on happiness -- or dream of it in the future. You are only sure of today; do not let yourself be cheated out of it.”

Om Jai "MAhara Ve" hare.....

In olden days women by no means used to take their husband’s name as they thought it will reduce their husband’s age and one amongst such thinkers is my grand mother. She never went to school and doesn’t know English; however she manages to converse in Hindi with high influence of our local lingo. The one thing about that I always wonder is her relationship with my grandfather, who is in comparison to her, is very highly educated and a fairly well-known lawyer in our locale. The way she handled her relationship with him till now, is to some extent startling to me as the educational and thoughts divergence is very wide, nevertheless they mutually never made it apparent to anybody and are still at all times spotted in cheerfulness. Her thought of not taking her husband’s name is deficient in scientific substantiations in my perception and none of us will be in agreement with it as well, but still I believe that it is just her belief- individual belief- and an individual belief doesn’t require anyone’s favor.
It is about few months back when I visited my hometown, and got a chance to stay with my grandmother for few days. All the members of my family circle are so sluggish that scarcely any one wakes up in the early hours in the morning excluding my grand mother and she gets up at 5 “o clock” in the dawn. Someday I too woke up at the time when she was performing her puja. I started listening to her attentively and after few minutes I couldn’t stop myself to burst into earsplitting laughter.
She sang the arti in this way:


Om jai mahaare ve hare,
Swami jai mahaare ve hare
Bhakt jano ke sankat, daas jano ke sankat
Kshan mein door kare, om jai mahaare ve hare.


Actually this happened because my grand father’s middle name is jagdish , so she avoided it in the arti too and sang the whole arti in the above manner. Mahaara ve means mere vo (she meant).

Her determined thought of not to take her husband’s name rose lot of complicatedness in her way, but she on no account changed her mind. Years back, ahead of the introduction of voting machine when the elections were held, one day she went to polling booth to cast her vote, the candidate whom my dadaji asked her to vote was named as “jagdish parsad”. On reaching to polling booth she asked the voting booth moderator like this: aap mere ko batauio ki me “mahaare ve” Prasad ko kese vote karu..?

let me live.....

“O mother” , why did you give birth to me? If you did so, then why did you marry me to a stranger? O mother was I a burden on you, if not so then why didn’t you allow me to enjoy my childhood? You know mom, he beats me daily, abuses me verbally and what not he forces himself on me…mom…I hate my life with him. I want to be free of this relationship. I don’t understand all this. I am not asking you anything except food for two times and clothes to wear. Mom…I just need this… mom…I want separation… I request you for this……..mom you always said that you loved me. Mom if really you loved me then why did you send me away from you .mom….my each night is like a hell….that stranger doesn’t allow me to go anywhere, he doesn’t even allow me to play with other friends..he verbally assaults me… he drinks n beats me regularly with a whip…..i always call you to save me..But you don’t come..Why mother?




It pains me a lot when he whips me. i cry every night ……… ..i call you first…then god…but both of you have become so cold-blooded that you both now don’t hear my cry….mom have you become deaf? mom why have you closed your eyes? why cant you see the tears in my eyes?....mom..what has happened to you??? mom think of those times when playing with my friends if I had got a minor injury…….you used to get troubled….whenever I cried, you used to comfort me….now when I cry n call you….you don’t even pay a little attention to it…..mom..Why have you become so unkind to me…..

Mom..People say..that I am going to become a mother….mom…..it pains me a lot..i want to get free of it…..mom..i am still…11-12.yr old …mom..i feel the agony when I carry so much of weight on me…mom..i don’t want this….those people ask to me work like a donkey. I don’t like it.mom when I refuse them, they beat me......my life has become a misery….


Mom when you married me to that person…you should have told that how my life is going to be?....that man doesn’t behave well with me….he always makes me work for him..i hate him….mom….why didn’t u tell me that how a woman become pregnant….i would have run away from that house….i would have happily lived somewhere else….. why didn’t you make me aware of my married life?.......

Mom people say we are poor .mom is being born in a poor family a curse ?if not, then why people say so?.....mom are we not human beings….why this world looks at us like this….why don’t they understand that even we have dreams….why there is so much of inequality in this world………mom why all things happen to us only?


Mother am I a curse on you?..is being a daughter a curse on parents? mom I want to live freely….i want to go to school..i want to become something..i want to take you out of poverty…I want freedom .i want to touch the sky.......Mom I beg you my childhood…i ask u for my life..i beseech you a pardon for a being a daughter..mom…I plead you to give me my childhood ….mom I want to play with others….mom listen to me….…don’t be so brutal …..listen to my heart and feelings…listen to me……..mom where are you….. please ..mom......i plead for my childhood, I want to live happily….i hate that man..i hate my life with him………make me free……I want to fly……I want to …………..

..........

do dilon ko ek bandhan me bandhe use pyaar kahte hai,
bina kahe nigahon se baya ho use ikraar kahte hai,

dur jakar jab milne ki aas jage to use pyass kahte hai,


jab bhook bhi na lage aur pyass bhi jajayda lage to..
samaj lena..use.......dehydration kahte hai.............
jauo jake ORS PEELO.......munne....

:):)

na koi khusi hai,
na hai koi fermaish...

hame hai bus unse ,
ak bar milne ki khwaish!

sochte hai kya bahana kare unse milne ka,
jise vo chah kar bhi mana na kar payein!!
ab bus karte hai unse milne ki duayain!!!

Bolo..bolo....

This is one of the social issues that i strongly feel about. I have tried to express my thoughts in the best possible way that i could but i am interested to know what you think....feel free to share ..

kya shaadi ki jaroorat,
sirf ladki ko hoti hai,
agar nahi to phir ladko ko,
kyo dhan ki chaht hoti hai.


kitna tyag karti hai ak ladki,
kya tumne kabhi socha hai,
tumhe kya pata appna ghar,
tyag dene ka dukh kya hota hai.


kisi ki beti lakar,
tum koi ahasan nahi karte,
kachra nahi kisi ke ghar ka,
jo tum apne ghar me bharte.


kyo is tarah apne app ko,
bikauio bana dete ho,
insaan ho tum apne kam se,
her vo cheej hasil kar sakte ho.


kisi pita ke dil ka tukda,
vo bhi tumhe dhan samet chaiye,
bolo, bolo..ankhir kyo tumhe dahej chaiye....

MAA.............

Kyo tu itni dur hai ma,
Kya tu mujse naraj hai ma,
Pass apne bulale ma,
Gale mujhe lagale ma,

Aanchal hai tera bada ma,
Mujhe usme chupale ma,
Apni mamta ki ye anmol daulat
tu Mujhpe lutade ma,

Apne seene se muje laga kar,
Sur per mere hath fer kar,
Mathe ko mere chum kar,
Jannat tu dikhlade ma,
Phir se gale lagale ma………

In love..............

When, a couple falls in love with each other. The first year passes in dreaming about each other, talking on phone, visiting all the parks, theaters, restaurants in the city. And the talks will be like
Boy:..i love you….i love you..he will keep upon saying all this to girl…..and the girl will smile from inside but thoda bhav kahne ke chakker me ..she doesn’t say I love you..as many times as he says….
Girl: she will smile at him, look down but will not say…….untill the guy ……request to her ……..
Boy:…so.. …..on phone…….…this continuous….bolo..na…i….L…….u..
Girl : ..I……A ..gap..of few minutes…..love…..again a gap…..you……bechare ladke ka to bura hal ho jata hai..ye sunne ke chakker me…….but they enjoy it,….whatever he says…..she follows….that way…...
And the whole year passes in doing all this…
When they enter in second year, they meet at one boring place…..(as they have already visited all the places, parks and restaurants. they don’t have any other place to go)...…all the sweet talk interest them no more…they no more request to each other to say I love You…..because now they have got habituated to say this. ..They sit at one place, where they meet and discuss about their daily routine…and in between all that…

A sautan comes in the form of tsunami (may be guys ex girl friend or. may be his..just friend whom he has become close in recent days..but for her-…its like tsunami wave .…..that has generated the series of earthquakes in their life)
The girl becomes over possessive about the guy when she comes to know..that the girl is his ex girlfriend and her boyfriend has met her recently…
The sweet talks turn to salty talks,..
Boy:…why the hell you always doubt me……she is just a friend of mine…..dam….(he shouts angrily)..i love u….you get that(pointing a finger towards her……)
She:…you have cheated me…I never though that you will do this to me…..bla..bla…
If the guy is honest enough the talks will end here…… but if he has really done something….wrong…..
Then….one more drama begins…….provided the sautan is also in the same college…These both girls meet…….......talk all nonsense…vo mera hai…….......the present girlfriend complains about the ex to his bf and ask him choose one of them..
Girl:……I am leaving you…..either she or me….
Boy:..please....don’t leave me,…he cries,..i love u..only…......that was my mistake…he feels sorry…..he cries…a lot….…..(yeah guys cry….when they honestly love someone …and when they have done a mistake…...)the girl softens her stand ..….these three meet at one place…......and finally after generating so many earth quakes the EX…disappears....
Second year gets over in this fashion…..

Third year…..
This time the guy turns Possessive about his girlfriend,…and he doubts his girlfriend’s ….Batch mate or…her colleagues ,..
So talks this time will be…(though the girl is still as pure as snow…..…he buzz her….saying hi..she is busy …so he again types. a message…saying…
You must be busy..with your new boy friend…when she looks at the chat box..feels happy…and say hey hi…when did u come ,.
He:…nakhre mat kao..i know...…you are busy with..someone….
She: hey kesi baate karte ho….i am working….i love u………jannu.....
He:..i know….you don’t love me anymore…because you have got someone else…..
Girl..she gets angry…and says.....shut up……...i guess…tum bore ho gaye mujhse isliye asi baate karte ho……..
He:……haan pata hai….kon bore ho gaya hai….....tum ki me…….after all ab rahul jo hai tumhare pass….a taunt…
She:….i hate you…......dam..u don’t trust me….send all sad smilies to him….he..doesn't even notice and log out….
Pure saal bher ..this nauntki continuous……
Fourth year:……since this a is true story………so I know..only about three years…..still waiting what will happen..in fourth year….(fourth year has just started………..

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From last few days, I have become so self-oocupied that I have stopped interacting with people. I have almost stopped calling my friends and my family members. Either I call them when I see their sms on my mobile or when they call me and say that call me. Infect I do not give any importance if someone gives me a miscall also. I don’t know why I have become like this. With Friends I am still in touch via internet but with family members I am not. In last three month i have scarcely made any calls except to few people whom I have to communicate on daily basis. Infect I did not make any call to my best friend also, and I did not open my yahoo account for several days. It was only today morning when I got up & I felt like checking my yahoo mail, and when I opened it I saw 109 unread mails. I started reading them, though few of them were not of any importance But many of them in the form of complains from my friends, (especially my college friends whom I have given my yahoo id only), which I never open. In between all these, one day my mobile stopped functioning, I did even bother to get it repaired because I felt that I don’t need it. I felt that I don’t need to have a phone. Every one who has to contact me can call me on my alternative numbers otherwise they need not to. Now what I forgot in that time was that I have not given my alternative number any of my friends. But at that time I was so angry with my self that I simply did not want to talk anyone. I got busy in my own world in my room with my computer. I did not talk to my dad for several days. Whenever he use to call I never pick his call. I don’t know why…..and it was only my dad who once tried to talk to me and when he rang up. The call was diverted. He got furious.. He called me immediately and asked me about my phone. He yelled at me and asked to get it repaired immediately. He knew that I will never go. So he strictly asked our security personal to do it. Well the phone got repaired but still I did not make any calls. Though I send some sms but I did not have affection towards my cell phone which I use to have when I was in my college. …well in that dilemma I also forgot to make calls to my grand parents even after the jaipur blast also, as mom called them and told me that everyone is safe, though the site of blast was only few meters away from my house. A week after, this Tuesday morning no one was at my home when my land line phone rang up I went to receive the phone, the caller cut it. I did not even bother to see the number also. I went to upstairs leaving my mobile in my room and when I came back there were 32 missed call from my neighbors phone. I ignored these many missed call also. after 10 mintues he again called me…..when I picked the phone…
I started with scolding.: why the hell were you giving me miss call….
He(my neighbour ): urgent baat hai..mummy kaha hai..

Me: mummy nahi hai yaha jo bolna hai mujhe bol do….

He:….tumahre gher me cylinder phat gaya hai…your grand father and uncle jal gaye….

Me: kya bol rahe ho..(we don’t have good relation with their family so I though he must be annoying me…..our relations are so bad that we don’t even go to each other houses)

He: haan…..you grand ma was working in kitchen…..suddenly this took place…dadaji and uncle bachane ke liye gaye..to grand ma safe hai…but vo dono bahut jal gaye..mere papa..unko hospital leker gaye hai..appake gher ne koi nahi hai….to mene soch aapko call kar du…per balance nahi tha..sirf 2 ruiye the…aapko miss call kiya apne uthaya nahi..mene abhi mobile me card dalwaya tab aapse phone kar rahahoon..

Me: …..i could nt utter a single word for sometime….ohhhhh my god……….how is my dadji and uncle right now

He: I don’t know…but there is no one from your family here…and I don’t think if anyone of them will come…..your other uncle and aunt are far away….your other aunt is also out of station…..i don’t know if anyone is there to take care of them….right now
my mom n dad are with them…we don’t have your dad’s number..if u can give me his number..i will call…

me: no need I will call him…n give your number..but please take care of them…please…please..dad will call you in 10 mintues…….is my grand ma also with them??..can I make a call to her..

he: yes you can…..she is carrying her cell phone…

me:..ohh..thanku…..thanku…..i am so sorry…I am so sorry..i tht..u are annoying me…..i am so sorry..and thanks a tonne to you and your family…….bbye…..
I called my mom n dad and informed about it. After that I called my grand mother..( I was calling to her after a gap of three month)

Hello ma kesi hai….dadaji and chacha kese hai…

Ma: beta..doctor ke dekh rahe hai..aut tu bata kesi hai…….tere se baat kiye hue kitne din ho gaye…tu o bhul gyi hai..tere liye to dadadadi hai hi nahi….

Me:I felt like crying..nahi asa nahi hai ma……

ME: nahi ….beta…aaj cylinder path gaya to tu phone kar rahi hai….tu aur tere papa ak jese hai…..kabhi yad hi nahi aati tum doni hamari…..tum log her bar jaipur aate ho….jahunjhunu nahi aa sakte……jab hum mar jaye tab to aaogi..na..tu aur tere papa ko sath lana…

Me:…….ase mat bolo..me aaugi aapse milne…..jarror..ma…..aur papa bhi aayege…..papa..ko to job hi asa hai..unko chuutiya hi nahi milti..
Ma:…haan……last 3 sallo…..chuttiya nahi….beta…….me janti hon…ab tumhe hamari jarrorat nahi hai….
Me: ma plese……I started crying..,,I don’t know……why…….i cried for 10 min..on the phone…….i wanted to say lot of things but could nt utter a single word………I was never like this…what happen to me in last two three months that I have become like this…ohhh..god..why I did not make a single call..to them…..this year when I went to jaipur..why didn’t I go to meet my grandparents……they are not far away…only 3 hours journey………..all these thoughts occupied my mind……

Ma:…le….ur grand pa wants to talk to u…..

He:..hello beta kese ho…..aap….
Me:..app kese hai pahle..aap baatye…..

He:…jayada kuch nahi hua beta..tu pareshan mat ho…..thodi se jale hai….
.
Me:…per app thek hai na…….
He:..haan beta..aapne call kiya….mere liye vahi khusi hai……..ki meri sabse pyarri poti ko me yad aa gya……ab dekhna me theek ho jauga………..aap to rone lag jate hai……..faltu mehi…..after all meri priynka Gandhi hai…..soniya kesi hai hai(he has given these names to me and my mom..)..aap bus haste hue hi acchi lagti ho…..hsate raha karo beta……choti choti cheese hoti rahti hai…ab jor se has do..phone per..itna rone ke bad……

Me:……laughing in intervals…….haan dadaji…..i am sorry I didn’t make you any call in last three months..i am really sorry but from now I will call u twice a week..this is my promise….pakka..aap jaldi se theek ho jauo….me papa ko bol kar yaha bula lei honn…
He:…theek hai beta..ab app….chita mat karo..aur teri dadi ma to pagal…hai………inki bato ka dhayn mat dena..

Me:…haan..bbye ddadji….take care……

After this call I did not feel good for whole day……I felt guilty…..i felt if I have done something wrong…I could not do anything…on that day..i was simply laying on my bed .I cried a lot…I don’t know why………I don’t know why my behavior changed in these two three months…what happened to me…I thought a lot on that day….but I felt happy after talking to my grand parents…but I wasn’t happy too..i don’t Know but somewhere inside I was feeling very bad……………I called them 23 times on that day…..but still her words echo…in my ears…tum log..ko hamri jaroorat nahi hai…….:(